The basement of Miss Stark's elegant Victorian home had been turned into a parlor for secret lesbian pleasures. There, she reigned like a high priestess on the Isle of Lesbos, where in ancient times female homosexuality was practiced with all the fervor of a primitive religion.
Prudence Stark had her own devoted following, mostly young girls still shy of boys but with bodies that felt restless with natural curiosity. Some had responded to her preachings and clit ministerings with unfailing devotion. Prudence loved them. Others gave in to more unnatural impulses – Miss Stark enjoyed them even more. She had a darker side, a need for physical conquest and control stronger than that of the most unflinching rough male.
Gloria was a sultry redhead, one of Miss Stark's most devoted disciples until she had been attracted to and seduced by a college freshman football star. A girlfriend of Gloria's had related the news to Miss Stark in lurid detail the day before.
Now Miss Stark had had Gloria brought back to the basement temple by force. Her fiercely devoted followers had ripped off the redhead's clothes and bound Gloria naked to the rugged cross that was their revered symbol of suffering. The towering, foot-thick main timber had been carved to look like a huge circumcised cock. Simulated veins, stained darker than the shaft, stood out in bold relief.
The cross arm was also intricately carved, each side looking like a four-foot-long prick with a wrinkled cowl of foreskin partly drawn back by erection. Just the sight of that ominous symbol was enough to send shivers of fear into a girl.
But Gloria now feared it only because of the wrath of her livid high priestess. The redhead had felt a prick plunging in deep and had learned to like it a lot better than the female pleasures she'd been taught to revere.
Miss Stark paced the chilly stone floor. A long black whip trailed along the floor behind her. Her knuckles paled with strain as she clenched the whip's black wooden handle.
It, too, was also carved to look like an ominous cock. She poked Gloria's fiery, red-furred pussy mound with the huge knobbed head of the whip handle.
"You've fallen from grace!" the bitch Goddess declared coldly. "You've given yourself to a man. You're unclean and unfit to warship with the others in this hallowed place!"
Gloria was tightly bound to the cross, her arms spread wide, her feet fled one over the other with a circulation-stopping rawhide thong. Though pained and frightened, the girl snapped back at her regal tormentor.
"Yes, I gave myself to a man! And I will again. All your preaching about pure passion between women is pure crap! A thick hot prick is better than your big clit. Ten times better!"
"You irreverent little bitch! You've been deluded and despoiled, driven by shame to worship the instrument of your destruction!" The whip curled back in a high arc and then flew forward in a sinuous curve.
It lashed the cringing redhead's luscious young pussy. A red welt blazed like a fiery tongue of flame. Tortured contractions wracked her soft cunt. A shrill scream tore from the writhing girl's drawn lips. Before she stopped screaming, the lash had hissed and cracked again. Bound to the cock-shaped arms and main spar of the cross, Gloria twisted and squirmed, sobbing in terrible pain.
It was at this moment that Letha met Long Dick in the alley back of Miss Stark's house. She stepped out of the shadows in her black Phantom's outfit, swirling her silky long cape.
Long Dick grinned wryly. "Oh, my God, the caped crusader!"
They heard Gloria's shrill scream rising from a barred basement window.
"This isn't a laughing matter," Letha told him. "The head librarian fancies herself to be the high priestess of lesbian love. She's got a dozen devoted young girls for followers, and she's punishing one who's just fallen from grace."
Letha had been listening outside the window, waiting for Long Dick to arrive.
"The girls are all virgins… except the one being whipped."
"Let me guess," Long Dick said. "The bull dyke high priestess with the whip is the one you want me to fuck."
"You've got it. Or maybe I should say, you're going to get it. But not until I've given her a taste of the lash."
Long Dick heard the whip cracking and the girl's tortured cries.
He shuddered, shook his head and said: "To crash a weird party like that, I think I should have a costume as kinky as yours. At least a mask."
"I've made you a black hood like ancient executioners used to wear. The rest of your costume should be just the way God gave it to you."
"Naked?" Normally brash and confident, Long Dick was beginning to feel uneasy.
"Of course. What could frighten and then please those tender maidens more than the sight of a huge stiff cock? Hurry, get your clothes off and I'll suck it steely hard for you."
He grinned lewdly, starting to undress. "You talked me into it."
When he stood naked except for the black executioner's hood, Letha dropped to her knees and sealed eager lips on the knob of his cock.
They could hear the whip cracking and the girl's tortured wails as Letha bobbed her head, swaying the radiant, coal-black hair of her long wig.
"Ooooh," he moaned. "Still hungry for cock after all we put you through?"
"More than ever," she assured him. "And it pains me to think of so many young virgins being deprived."
She went back to sucking, thrilled by his throbbing cock and pleased with her bold plan.
"I think I'd rather have you. No timid virgin could fuck a foot of hot prick the way you do!"
Letha pinned and slowly raised her head, leaving his cock wet with spit and throbbing hard.
"I wish I could make you cum in my throat and swallow your jism. But I want that proud silver-haired witch handling the whip to get a full load her first time."
"Yeah," he said with anxious anticipation. "Let's go. I want to hear her scream like that girl she's been whipping."
"This way. I've already picked the lock on the back door."
It was dark in the old house, but the eerie wails guided them to the basement stairs like a beacon. Letha went down first, tiptoeing, to keep the high heels of her long black boots from clicking on the stone steps.
Long Dick followed close behind. His heart was thundering, making his thick cock pulse with excited desire. First he saw the pretty young redhead bound to the cross at the far end of the room. Her ripening body was criss-crossed with a tangled patchwork of blazing red welts that flamed fiery bright like her pussy hair. Her head swayed in writhing anguish and tears streamed down her, creamy-smooth cheeks. All eyes were on the weeping girl. Her tall, white-robed tormentor glared hotly.
"Now tell us the truth!" she demanded. "You hated what that young man did to you!"
Gloria raised her head. Her green eyes fluttered, streaked with tears. She was facing the stairs and was the only one who saw the ominous pair creeping down. A vengeful grin curled her soft lips.
"I loved it!" she said in a weak but defiant voice. "And so will you!"
It wasn't hard for Gloria to figure out what the two silent intruders had in mind. The masked raven-haired beauty, caped and clad in clinging black, carried a cat-o-nine-tails in her right hand, while the hooded man had a huge cock that strained with a hammering pulse.
"No man's vile organ of degradation will ever touch me," Miss Stark declared. "I'd sooner be bound to the cross and have my tender skin whipped off!"
"We'll see!" Letha snarled. Miss Stark whirled and gave a startled cry. The white-robed young virgins shrieked in alarm.
Prudence Stark's long arm arched back to lash out with the whip at the masked woman whose proud tits and slinky black muff of cunt hair were proudly exposed. But Letha's shorter cat-o-nine-tails struck first.
Nine sinewy leather thongs with double-knotted tips fanned across the woman's chest, ripping the front of her filmy white gown and leaving a spidery web of stinging welts on her naked flesh.
Miss Stark screamed and dropped her whip. Her white gown, her symbol of purity, was being ripped off. The filmy cloth ripped and tore into tatters each time the vicious cat struck. She staggered back toward the cross, blushing red as her welts. She'd just seen the man with his huge naked cock aimed at her like the barrel of a gun.
"Oooh, my God!" she cried. "Stop them, girls! Don't let them do this to me!"
Gloria shouted down from the cock-shaped cross. "Leave them alone! The bitch has lied and selfishly kept us all for her own pleasure!"
The timid young virgins gawked and trembled, but none made a move to intervene. Sight of a man's naked cock weakened their knees. Some were breathless with anticipation, others torn between natural instinct and the strict teachings of their lesbian mistress.
Letha flailed the nine-tongued lash with a practiced hand. The knotted tips tore Miss Stark's long gown from her body. It slipped from her hunched shoulders and fell to the floor. She turned, beaten to her knees and embraced the huge round shaft of the carved wooden cock for support.
"Ooooh, please… dear God, make her stop!" the shuddering woman screamed.
Letha smiled. "Look at her! In pain and anguish, she clings to the wooden symbol of male strength."
Bound to the cross above Miss Stark's head, Gloria eyed, the huge prick of the hooded man standing just behind her raven-haired savior. It was almost twice the size of the pleasing prick that led her to yearn for more than sex with another of her own kind.
"Give it to her!" the whipped redhead cried. "Fuck the proud bitch! Bloody her cunt and make her beg for more!"
The white-robed virgins all gasped, rising to their feet for a better view. Long Dick's cock was throbbing fiercely, but he let the vengeant Phantom play out her final scene.
"Cut that girl off the cross," Letha told the virgins.
They moved as one. They were used to taking orders from a woman. One girl pulled a metal pin from the base of the cross. The long shaft and its cock-shaped cross arms hinged back. The other girls gently walked it down, laying it flat on the cold stone floor.
A knife flashed in its flickering torchlight and the cords that had bound Gloria's arms and legs were severed. The redhead was helped to her feet by sympathetic girls who kissed and licked her stinging wounds.
They ignored Miss Stark, who was hunched and blubbering at the hinged base of the folded down cross.
Letha said, "Tie her to the cross in Gloria's place… but bind her upside down. Spread those long, elegant legs wide and bind her ankles tight to the heads of the cocks she's taught you all to fear."
Four young virgins hastened to do as they'd been told.
"No!" Prudence Stark cried. "You can't do this to me! I am your salvation from everlasting shame. Through me you will know pleasure and remain forever inviolate."
Her once-devoted followers laughed and cinched the binding cords around her spread legs tighter than they needed to be.
"Now pull her arms above her head," Letha told her new subjects. "Bind her wrists to the root of her cock-shaped cross."
Miss Stark cried out. Although she'd bound and whipped many of her less-than-willing subjects, the silver-haired beauty had never experienced the sickening fear of restraint herself.
She winced and screamed, shedding tears of abject terror as the throng of virgins yanked her arms above her head, crossed her wrists, and bound them to the base of the cross.
"Please kill me. Cut my throat! I'd rather die than suffer the stab of a man's cock."
Long Dick strolled through the crowd of white-robed virgins.
"Let's cut out all the bullshit. The silver haired bitch Goddess of knowledge has told you all that sex with another woman… or women… is enough to satisfy all your needs." The innocents all nodded.
"Well then," said the proud owner of the mighty cock. "I would like you all to treat this lithe and lovely bitch to all of the female pleasures she can stand. Kiss her with thrusting tongues. Suck her tits. Eat her cunt. Lick the soles of her feet. Do everything she'd taught you. Listen to her delighted gasps and moans… then listen to her shrilling screams of pleasure when I ram my cock into her. After that, if even one of you thinks the licking and sucking and timid clit-fucking of another woman is enough, then I'll-I'll…"
Letha grinned. "You'll turn in your library card?"